*yawn*
I signed up for these things on this website called meetup.com. You can apparently join diverse groups that tend to meet once a month or so. I signed up for the book club, the italian language group, and the writers group. I have yet to attend a meeting... now don't get me wrong. I will go someday. Life's just been crazy. Grandmother with cancer, mom on the verge of nervous breakdown, and when I try to copy my endless volumes of poetry onto my computer I don't even think I like it anymore. What's wrong with me? Have I outgrown myself, my past self? Or, maybe it has more to do with reading other peoples poetry. Sometimes it makes my feel like mine sucks, though I know there are about a gazillion different styles and that with poetry (thanks to free verse) there isn't really a WRONG way to do it. Don't get me wrong, this doesn't excuse bad poetry but that's all interpretation anyway.... SO... there you have it. And I suppose the reason I don't post any of my stuff is because I'm afraid someone would steal it. Yes, that someone would steal something that I don't think is good enough to do anything about. That's senseless and stupid. I guess i want to feel inspired. I want to hold tight to a thought, a feeling, that I could write about for DAYS! What happend to that time in my life? Was it spent chasing pretty boys in red cars? Shudder to think that it might actually be true... indeed. I copy at least one or two poems a night. It's depressing to either remember the feelings, or think that you were so stupid to feel that way about something... or someone or that you even gave someone that kind of importance. I'll give it some more thought, I'll chew on it. And of course there is always Lulu.com for publishing. Where there is a will there is way, who said that? It's true.